About This

I try not to write about writing this. I want to put down thoughts clearly as possible without thinking about who might be reading this or what might be running through their heads as they do so. I glance over my posts to make sure there aren’t too many glaring spelling or grammatical mistakes. There’s a voice that always whispers how this isn’t very interesting and no one’s gonna care.

The inner critic will say the same things as I push through to a first draft of something. Or as I struggle to get off-book. In general, when there’s a level of risk. I call my inner critic Roy after this doofus of a theatre critic I once knew. He wrote his reviews before seeing things. I wrote a solo show called Mahamudra about all the shitty things Roy says to me. People don’t like thinking about that sort of thing. Maybe that’s what I should say when people ask what kind of plays I write. “I write about things people don’t like thinking about.” It ends in a preposition and will probably set me up for ridicule but there it is.

There’s a lot I don’t write about for one reason or another. I’m not out to hurt anyone or offend really. Not intentionally anyway. Usually it’s just spurts of nonsense as I grope my way through the dark. Even years ago when I kept journals, I’d try to make it so someone could read them and know what was going on without me explaining them. It’s never the full picture.